You make me think <br />of fairy tales in pink <br /> <br />of jeweled crowns <br />and golden gowns <br /> <br />of mahogany twilights <br />and ebony nights <br /> <br />of the rippling moon <br />in a crystal lagoon <br /> <br />of a twinkling star <br />in a silver spoon afar <br /> <br />of dancing fairies <br />munching chestnuts and berries <br /> <br />of flower tiaras <br />and colorful bandanas <br /> <br />of Cinderella and Prince Charming <br />on a starry night's waltzing <br /> <br />but of course- every time- - <br />the clock strikes the chime <br /> <br />at sorrowful midnight's dawn <br />I come back to my own- - <br /> <br />a simpleton, by all means <br />away from fantasies and dreams <br /> <br />Only tear drops, to wean- - <br />On a plastic screen- -<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairy-tales-7/
